Alaric
"Come on," I muttered under my breath, nudging Harold with my elbow. "Let me introduce you to Dami and the rest of the crew. They've heard me talk about you so much they're probably sick of it by now, but they still want to meet the guy in the flesh."
Harold grinned wide, that familiar mischievous spark lighting up his eyes as he fell into step beside me. "Finally! I've been waiting forever to meet the famous Dami you always go on about. Feels like I already know him from all your stories."
We made our way toward the main simulator building, the afternoon sun beating down on the paddock and turning the asphalt into a shimmering haze.
Dami was already waving enthusiastically from the entrance, his bright orange team polo standing out like a beacon. I glanced sideways at Harold, expecting one of his usual sarcastic one-liners or that dramatic eye-roll he loved to pull. But when I turned my head… he was gone.
Just like that.
